It tastes like energy drinks and candy,
and your lips on mine.

It sounds like Fall Out Boy; the pounding rhythms match my pounding heart
that you make race.

It feels like warm wind and hot sun
that beats through the sunroof of your car.
It feels like your hand on mine, our arms
around each other, and the softness with which
you stroke my hair.

It smells like the sheets on your bed, your shirts,
the humidity that relentlessly sticks to our skin.

Summer is a racing pulse and sunburnt cheeks.
It's feeling giddy with the promise of youth
and the exhilaration of love, infatuation, or both.

Summer is you pulling me close;
Summer is me not pushing you away.
Summer is Us; together, at least, for now.